Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Achil. What! comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind: I'll fight no more gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Achil. No. Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam. The better. [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit MENELAUS. Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit AJAX. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep To holy altars. Achil. What! am I poor of late? Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out How now, Ulysses! Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son! Achil. What are you reading? Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Achil It is familiar, but at the author's drift; The voice again; or like a gate of steel, Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; Most abject in regard, and dear in use: How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,— That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object: The providence that's in a watchful state [Exit. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you. A woman impudent and mannish grown They think, my little stomach to the war, Shall Ajax fight with Hector? Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by him. Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd. Patr. O! then beware: Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves. Seals a commission to a blank of danger; Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus. To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Ther. A wonder! Achil. What? Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field asking for himself. Achil. How so? Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Achil. How can that be? : Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock; a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say "there were wit in this head, an 'twould out" and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break 't himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, "Good-morrow, Ajax;" and he replies, "Thanks, Agamemnon." What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He's grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering: speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence let Patroclus make his demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. Achil. To him, Patroclus: tell him,-I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured, captaingeneral of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great Ajax. Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. Fare you well with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horse, for that's the more capable creature. Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it. I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit. Ene. Is the prince there in person ?— Had I so good occasion to lie long, As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Dio. That's my mind too. Good morrow, lord Eneas. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas, take his hand, Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field. Ene. Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak, Health to you, valiant sir, She hath not given so many good words breath, During all question of the gentle truce; Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly Dio. We sympathize.-Jove, let Æneas live, Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early? Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Ene. As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy; But we in silence hold this virtue well,We'll not commend what we intend not sell. Here lies our way. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. A Court before the House of PANDARUS. Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold. Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down: He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not; Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: That I assure you: I shall have such a life. There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time Ene. Good morrow, all. [Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship, Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best, Myself, or Menelaus ? Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her go cousin Cressid? Pan. How now, how now! how maidenheads?— Here, you maid; where's my Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle! You bring me to do,-and then you flout me too. Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what: —what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others. Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchio! -hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cres. Did not I tell you?—'would he were knocked o' the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd; I think of no such thing.[Knocking. How earnestly they knock.-Pray you, come in : I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now! what's the matter? [Opening it. Enter ENEAS. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas! By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him: it doth import him much to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn for my own part, I came in late. What should he do here? Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them :-and, my lord Æneas, Cres. How now! What is the matter? Who was here? Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above! Cres. O the gods !-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death. O poor gentleman!-A plague upon Antenor! Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench; thou must be gone thou art changed for Antenor. Thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O, you immortal gods!—I will not go. Pan. Thou must. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. Before PANDARUS' House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDes. Par. It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd Walk into her house, SCENE IV.-The Same. A Room in PANDARUS' House. Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it? Enter TROILUS. Because thou canst not ease thy smart, There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse: we see it, we see it.-How now, lambs! Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay: 'tis too plain a case. Is it possible? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root! [Exit PAND. Cres. I must then to the Grecians? Tro. No remedy. Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks! When shall we see again? Come, kiss; and let us part. Par. [Within.] Brother Troilus! Tro. Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. Cres. My lord, will you be true? Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: Welcome, sir Diomed. Here is the lady, Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed Tro. Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart-You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. Cres. I true? how now! what wicked deem is this? Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For it is parting from us. I speak not, "be thou true," as fearing thee; Cres. O you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers sleeve. Wear this Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens !-be true, again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love. The Grecian youths are full of quality; Their loving well compos'd with gift of nature, Flowing and swelling o'er with arts and exercise: How novelties may move, and parts with person, Alas! a kind of goodly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) Makes me afraid. Cres. O heavens! you love me not. To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant: Tro. No; But something may be done, that we will not: Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, In praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece, She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, I'll cut thy throat. Dio. O! be not mov'd, prince Troilus. Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, To be a speaker free: when I am hence, lord, I'll answer to thy last; and know you, I'll nothing do on charge. To her own worth She shall be priz'd; but that you say—be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-no. Tro. Come to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. [Exeunt TRO. CRES. and DIOM. Trumpet sounded. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning! Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES, PATRO CLUS, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, and others. Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time. With startling courage Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air |